The ears don’t lie, if they hear something they like, something relevant, delightful to their spirit, it’s not hard for them to recognize, aching pussies and mushroom soup, what a scrumptious recipe, sex and satisfaction, it’s a staple, it’s like rice, contained within an innocence, within the bounds of reality, the push and pull of the waves, faeries and dragons dancing, yin and yang, light and its absence, your daughter holding me, it’s like humanity has been singing the same the song, the sun and the moon, eternity after eternity…You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.